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... ion — a deliberate dagger meant to pierce Pandora’s composure — he descended slowly back into the arena.
Each step echoed across the floor, deliberate and unhurried, as if the roars of the audience above were nothing more than distant murmurs to him. The faint shimmer of the afternoon sun caught the edge of his pale hair, making it gleam like silver fire against the stone.
He wasn’t simply provoking Pandora. No — part of him wanted to witness something else.
He wanted to ...
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